Demented Confessions 20 – The Hanged Man and The High Priestess in The Bardo

The Hanged Man and

 

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These were the cards I dealt

the night I fell again

into that Bardolic hole of wonders.

The third was the nightmare 9 of Swords,

The 9 of Skulls as I interpret here.

 

Like dead leaves chained

this angst was too absurdly histrionic;

The Hanged Man, a rush of blood to the head,

The Priestess awaits confession at the holy web

and the sleepless guilt of The 9 eats our dreams.

 

I am no stranger to these journeys.

The Bardo is not only for the dead

as Life is not only for the living.

More often now I seem to walk through mirrors

with one foot here and one foot there.

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Art and Poem by clinock

Art: 8″ x 17″ (20 x 43 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

http://www.johnclinockart.com

 

dark (almost)

dark almost

Dark, almost.

The trees already gone

and the reflected sky

not far behind.

Another clutch of breaths

maybe, before

utter blackness

shrouds the scene.

Just time enough to notice

that one surface

has begun to break.

poem and photo by clinock.